IN PRAISE OF GARDENS 



By the beauties these display, 

 Morning, evening, night, or day; 

 By the pleasures these excite, 

 Endless sources of delight! 

 Judge, by them, the joys I find. 



A. PHILIPS. 

 The Happy Swain. 



The midges dance aboon the burn; 



The dews begin to fa'; 

 The pairtricks down the rushy holm 



Set up their e'ening ca'. 

 Now loud and clear the blackbird's song 



Rings through the briery shaw, 

 While flitting gay, the swallows play 



Around the castle wa'. 



Beneath the golden gloaming sky 



The mavis mends her lay; 

 The redbreast pours his sweetest strains 



To charm the ling'ring day; 



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